Chapter 1267 Who Dares to Establish a Religion and Claim to Be the Founder

The final place of the ancient battle between water and fire.

Jiang She's body appeared in an instant, and he punched his head and face.

Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to draw his sword, he kept moving forward instead of retreating, as if he were going forward to shake the mountain again, and took Jiang She's punch with one hand.

Just by throwing punches one after another, a vortex of time appeared in the sky above the heads of both parties. This was a strange phenomenon caused by the collision and agitation of the fists of both parties with the long river of time.

Within the vortex of time, there are still various strange scenes, one after another, showing the fighting process of various ancient battlefields, like a series of smart murals.

After all, it was a punch from an eleventh-level martial artist. Chen Ping'an retreated, retreated again and again. In an instant, a long blue line stretched out for more than ten miles, and finally stood still, his sleeves bulging, as if there was something there. A series of muffled thunder sounds. Chen Pingan shook his sword, and the golden light from the tip of the sword flowed and shone brightly.

"You have some strength. If you are a strong martial artist who dares to take this punch forcefully, you will probably be reincarnated by now."

Standing where Chen Ping'an originally stood, Jiang She twisted his wrist to disperse the fist, showed a bit of admiration, and said with a smile: "Compared to the last time in Taiping Mountain, when he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead after receiving half a punch, there is no improvement. few."

The five martial arts in the body, fighting two against three, are like a battlefield of endless battles. Within Jiang She's small world of human body, there are like three groups of rebels making trouble. This makes Jiang She inevitably a little irritable, and he must be distracted to suppress them, such as The emperor had to leave the capital to personally fight the rebellion, but he was still at a disadvantage in terms of military strength.

Jiang She didn't need any words or even use the slightest spiritual energy. He just waved. The crack in the earth that he had stepped on with his knees turned out to be a "mountain" array. The center was the Ancestral Dragon Mountain, and the rest was made of This dragon vein extends out.

This hand was like the incisive technique used to engrave seals in later generations. When Jiang She gave the order, a large formation rose from the ground, and the mountains were undulating. Except for the dark color, they were the same shape as the mountains in the world. The formation was like a mountain pressing down on top, slamming down on Chen Ping'an's mustard-seed figure in the distance. Like a mountain-shaped seal that is as big as an upside-down mountain, it uses the earth as rice paper and moves toward the Chen Ping'an seal with lightning speed.

Chen Ping'an didn't move at all. He just raised his sword and made a free stroke towards the top, easily cutting it into pieces.

The towering mountains then collapsed, and the infinite Taoist meaning contained in the formation, without the support of the hub, turned into a majestic heavy rain, splashing out, and countless golden raindrops fell to the ground. This scene was extremely dazzling.

The great catastrophe is overwhelming.

Just cut with a sword.

Jiang She smiled. If his skills were limited to this, how could he dare to say that if he had lost half of his skills, he would go to heaven to have a thorough discussion. As soon as those golden raindrops touched the ground and were tainted with some soil, they transformed into golden warriors. Hundreds of thousands of them wearing armor stood up and formed a formation to surround Chen Ping'an. There are still those mountains that have not been completely broken, manifesting in mid-air into burly god generals wearing various armors, ranging in height from hundreds to thousands of feet, holding weapons, or using various magical powers, or using various offensive techniques. Dharma, thousands of magical powers, piled up like a dense burst of arrows, clustering towards Chen Pingan...

Chen Ping'an was smiling, holding a long sword, his mind moved slightly, and the sword light overflowed, like weaving a bright full moon.

The full moon suddenly expanded, and the moon wrapped around the long sword, covering the swordsman in blue with a hosta on his head. The sword energy was unparalleled, and the moonlight was like water, flooding the entire world in an instant.

Whatever magical powers or spells, powerful warriors on the earth, gods in golden armor hanging in the air...the mighty killing momentum was all washed away by the sword energy and dissipated silently.

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and looked down, only to see a short halberd of colorful treasures stuck across his heart, which penetrated his heart and back at some point.

He slowly pulled out the short halberd that was not a real thing, put a little more force on his fingers, and crushed it gently. All I could see was that the heart that had been pierced by the halberd was just a ball of golden light as thick as mercury. There was no blood at all, so it was not considered a fatal injury. To say it was an injury was probably a bit reluctant. This is the tyranny of this divine body, which is spotless, flawless, and has no flaws, and the great road circulates endlessly by itself.

Indeed, if Chen Ping'an is no longer hiding, is it really that easy to kill the half-human being who can remotely compete with Heaven's Zhou Mi?

Jiang She stood in the distance, stretched out his hand to hold the spear and "break the formation", put one hand on his cheek, and laughed angrily.

Just now, by accident, his cheek was pierced by an elusive green flying sword. However, the wound healed very quickly. Of course, Jiang She was fine, but he just lost some face.

But a drop of blood was still wiped away by the flying sword. Chen Pingan raised his hand and put the fifteenth flying sword into his sleeve. He rubbed the trophy with his fingers, looking a little regretful. It was a pity that it didn't involve his own soul. Otherwise, if he could be like Zheng If you hunt down the big demon Hutu in the middle, you will make money. Chen Pingan flicked the drop of blood to the ground, and a useless "Jiang She" appeared next to him.

This illusion temporarily cast by Chen Ping'an using talismans is useless in terms of killing power, but it has other uses. It is like a rubbing used to explore the number of caves in the human body, the trend of meridians, the natal objects refined, etc. , allowing Chen Ping'an to see some of Jiang She's inside scenes.

But before Chen Pingan could take another look, "Jiang She" rebelled. I don't know what kind of methods Jiang She used to make him switch sides in the face of the battle and punch Chen Pingan directly in the face.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and twisted its neck, then collapsed to the ground, his body melting like snow, returning to a drop of blood. He wanted to escape underground, but Chen Pingan spread out his palm, and a pocket-sized formation trapped it, and then detained it in an invisible white bowl above his palm. A drop of blood kept spinning, hitting the wall everywhere, like the sun and the moon rolling in a plate.

Jiang She suddenly let go of his spear and asked, "Do you dare to have a fair martial arts competition?"

Chen Pingan smiled as usual, "Do you dare to have a fair and upright academic competition? Recite poems and compose essays, and compete in literary talent?"

As he spoke, he gently shook his wrist, and in the rough "bowl" suspended above his palm, a drop of blood evolved into "Jiang She", "Primordial Spirit", "Military", and "Martial", a total of seven characters, in small regular script, as if written with a red pen on the inner wall of a snow-white porcelain bowl, just waiting to be fired in the kiln.

Judging from the posture, Chen Pingan wanted to help the ancestor of the military strategist to imitate a natal porcelain?

Although the rough white bowl had not yet been fired, it was as thin as paper and crystal clear. Seven characters were arranged in a formation inside the bowl.

Jiang She narrowed his eyes. Was he deliberately making a mystery? Or was he aiming for a purpose? Could it be that in that outer battlefield, as a reward for jointly changing the trajectory of the Qingdao Road and avoiding the tragedy of the two worlds colliding, Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou made an exception and passed on this secret technique to Chen Pingan?

Chen Pingan grabbed the bowl with one hand and raised it high. Looking at the blank bottom of the bowl, he seemed to be hesitating about what to engrave on the bottom to be appropriate.

The Big Dipper was high.

Jiang She shook his head, "So you are just playing tricks. You lack the 'fire'."

Even if he learned from the little girl who restored the Qingming world and set up a large formation of Ziweiyuan in Yinzhou, it would be fine. After all, Chen Pingan was half a one, so he was naturally more legitimate than the ghost Xu Jun, and he could become the hub of the formation. This battlefield site of the battle between water and fire does retain a lot of two kinds of Taoism, and it is a natural kiln, but if you want to talk about the Big Dipper, the word "note" is not right. Jiang She is not a demon, and the young hidden official did not carry his real name by sewing clothes, not to mention that Chen Pingan is not a real person of the Fire Dragon who has entered the fourteenth realm.

In the mountaintop battle, every great cultivator has a few trump cards in their bottom box, and they are afraid of some unexpected tricks.

On the road of cultivation, Jiang She suffered a lot for this. He was hit by some strange tricks many times, and he was humiliated and lost a lot of Taoism. Of course, those who are enemies with him suffered even more.

Chen Pingan pretended to be surprised, as if his trick was exposed. He really did not write the inscription and threw it into the dragon kiln for firing. He loosened his fingers, and a white bowl with red characters slid into his sleeve.

First, condense the water to make a bowl, and then refine it with fire. This is a battle between water and fire that Chen Pingan imitates with the help of the time and place, pulling the qi of heaven and earth. The residual heavenly way that has been circulating in the local area for thousands of years will regard Jiang She as a great enemy who must be killed.

Linked together.

Obviously, Chen Pingan also used the art of war to treat the person in his own way.

Chen Pingan's pair of pure golden eyes stared straight at Jiang She.

In life, we are all wading in a long river of time that we don't know where it starts and where it ends.

There are many similarities.

On the road of cultivation, both sides are martial arts and magic.

Jiang She was the first person in the ancient world who killed the gods and broke the golden body with his own strength. With this, he got a "human" great fortune protection.

Chen Pingan was the first person in the town of Lizhu Dongtian to kill the Qi Refiner. Therefore, he returned to the gambling table, and a stick of incense was lit in the courtyard, and the light soared.

All are treasonous and heretical.

Their confrontation today seems to be a kind of destiny, just like collecting and repaying debts.

The name of a person is the shadow of a tree.

One of the ten heroes in the ancient world, the fourth in the human world, the first ancestor of the military strategist, and the eleventh realm of martial arts.

Any title is enough to make a fourteenth realm cultivator feel pressure.

Chen Pingan also learned a trick from Xiao Mo. You don’t have to take it too seriously when you ask someone for a sword. You are afraid of him. No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being.

Jiang She asked: "Did you plan to choose this place as the battlefield?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Forgot."

There were indeed some imaginary enemies, such as Wu Shuangjiang, who had fought with Yehangchuan, Pei Min, one of the two preachers of Lutai, Bai Shang, who conspired with Tian Wan and had long planned the luck of the sword in Aquarius, and Wuzhou, who was very likely to "attack and kill" Chen Pingan.

In order to imprison one's own divinity, one must choose to forget, build a cage, build layers of barriers, draw a line on the ground to imprison oneself, and exile oneself.

Jiang She looked at Chen Ping'an holding a long sword, with a sarcastic look on his face, and said: "After recognizing the master, there will be strict and insurmountable rules and priorities. Why bother? It's better to make an equal contract at the beginning."

In short, Chen Ping'an, who is now a sword cultivator in the immortal realm, his Tao heart and realm are the biggest constraints on the sword holder.

The last time they met again on the "mountain climbing", on the surface, the sword holder had also handed over a few swords to Jiang She, seemingly at will and unrestrained. In fact, as the master, Chen Ping'an, did not have any killing intentions at the time. To be precise, there was no strong Tao heart fluctuation, so the sword holder would appear to be particularly free, just like she killed the armored man outside the sky, just because Chen Ping'an, the master, was not around. Once Chen Pingan meets the armored man, it would be fine if he does not have the intention to kill him. As long as he has the intention to kill him, the sword holder must give up his position and give Chen Pingan the main position, changing his identity and letting the latter become the sword holder.

Jiang She shook his head with pity in his eyes, "I really feel sorry for you two dogs and couples, and even more embarrassed."

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an would have a killer as powerful as the sword holder, and as a thug and protector, would it be difficult for Chen Ping'an to roam freely in the world even if he was just a sword cultivator in the Jade Realm?

Even if his position was as high as the sword holder, he was not the ancient lord of the heaven, and he could not get the real and pure freedom.

It was because the other four supreme gods were still not higher than the way of heaven.

Jiang She suddenly said something strange, "During the meeting on the banks of the Long River of Time, I believe that when you first saw the sword holder, you must have been very desperate and a little angry?"

Chen Ping'an turned a deaf ear and said to himself, "I won't go looking for trouble with you, but you took the initiative to deliver it to me."

"The key is that you have even found a reason for me, so I don't need to worry about it."

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an had a complicated expression and murmured, "My senior brother..."

I don't know how to evaluate it, it's really speechless.

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Savage world.

This is a very strange traveling team, both weird and ordinary.

The nameless person in the wilderness led the way. As the only native person, he took a group of outsiders to travel around the mountains and rivers, introducing the local customs and customs along the way. With him leading the way, many unnecessary troubles could be saved. The atmosphere in the team was quite harmonious. Anyway, there was no grudge between them. Nameless person regarded it as a dispensable incense relationship. Maybe one day in the future, when he went to Qingming Tianxia, ​​he would join them and at least have a place to stay.

In the wilderness, if you make a friend on the mountain, you will make a group of enemies for no reason. This is similar to the officialdom under the mountain in Haoran Tianxia.

I just don’t know what the situation is like in Qingming Tianxia, ​​which is full of Taoist officials. The nameless person, who walked side by side with Zhang Fenghai, glanced at the team behind him and smiled. Since he was curious, he would know once he went.

This group of private Taoist priests in Qingming Tianxia are self-established. The ancestral mountain Runyue Peak has a very small territory, which is just the mountain where the ancestral hall is located, plus a weak water in the middle of the river.

The leader of the sect, Zhang Fenghai, is a new fourteenth realm cultivator, and his new Taoist name is very rustic, "Ni Tu".

The deputy leader and chief worshiper is Lu Tai.

Behind Lu Tai's butt, there is a dog named "Lu Chen" by him.

Li Huai, a wise man from the academy of Haoran Tianxia. Originally the most ordinary one, he looks very different in this team.

Lu Tai walked beside Li Huai, asking questions here and there. Anyway, the topic was always related to Chen Shanzhu and Yinguan.

Nameless sighed, "I'm really curious, how strong is that Crow Mountain Forest Master?"

Zhang Fenghai said, "I can only say that his killing power is so high that it cannot be regarded as an ordinary 14th realm."

Nameless nodded and said, "For a warrior of my generation, this is almost the highest evaluation that can be obtained."

Zhang Fenghai asked in confusion, "Senior, do you always consider yourself a warrior in your heart?"

Nameless smiled and said, "It's selfish. After all, the martial arts are not like the gods who practice Taoism and refine Qi, and sit on the river to block the flow of the river. There are fewer people, so the opportunities are naturally greater."

Although Zhang Fenghai has been with the nameless and ancient wild monster for a short time, he feels quite compatible with him. In fact, Nameless is the same. He must repeatedly remind himself to wait and see, so that he will not be impulsive and join the golden and jade genealogy of Zhang Fenghai's sect. The gathering and separation of fate are like the ebb and flow of the tide. How quiet and peaceful it is when the tide recedes, and how majestic it is when the tide rises.

Wuming calmed his mind and asked directly, "Do you think you have accumulated enough Taoism and merit now?"

Since the other party dared to ask this question in person, Zhang Fenghai was willing to answer this taboo question and gave a straightforward answer, "There is still one calamity to go through. When I escaped from Yanxia Cave, I made an agreement with the Taoist Ancestor that I need to participate in the debate of the three religions. One calamity has just ended and another calamity has started."

Wuming said, "A discussion of Taoism is a big storm, and deciding the storm is also a practice of Taoism."

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said, "That's definitely the truth."

In life, whether immortal or mortal, practicing Taoism or not, everyone has their own calamity and fortune.

"The little man" follows his own destiny, but the "big man" is led by the destiny, no exception.

For example, Wang Jia, the founder of Fuyaozhou Rudoucheng, whose Taoist name is Xujun, said that he had three sword and war calamities to go through, one continent sank, the sect was destroyed, and he himself died.

Ning Yao ran away from home, crossed the inverted mountain and traveled to the various continents of Haoran World, and stopped at the town of Lizhu Dongtian. This is also the reason.

Wuming clasped his fists and said, "Then let me be petty and wait until the debate is over, then go to Runyue Peak to visit fellow Taoists and see if I can use the treasure land to choose the direction of the road."

Zhang Fenghai nodded and said, "It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. There is no need to be pretentious."

Wuming asked, "Then what is the will of heaven?"

Zhang Fenghai smiled and said, "When fellow Taoists arrive at Runyue Peak, I can talk nonsense and fellow Taoists can listen to nonsense."

Wuming rubbed his chin and thought of a worrying thing, "Mr. Bai may not let you go. Fellow Taoists can get out of Yanxia Cave, but I may not be able to leave the wild world."

Zhang Fenghai said, "I originally wanted to visit Mr. Bai to discuss something. I think the wild world must have an optional retreat, so that once the situation is too bad, it can continue to be incense."

Anonymous is a successful cultivator, not stupid after all. He understood Zhang Fenghai's implication in an instant. It was very simple. If the Wild World was destroyed by Haoran, even Bai Ze tried his best, regardless of the cost and consequences, and was unable to make up for it, then the Wild World needed one or two incense sticks and Tao seeds to continue the light somewhere, or take root and grow naturally, and return to his hometown one day... This is similar to the Ascension City of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Qi Tingji and the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect of Nanposozhou in Haoran World, and the protector Cheng Quan and the old criminal officer Hao Su who are now in Qingming World. Different way home, the same process and good intentions.

Anonymous said in a deep voice: "Whether this matter succeeds or not, thank you in advance."

Zhang Fenghai laughed: "'It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm, and there is no need to be hypocritical.' This sentence was originally said for both of us."

Anonymous laughed heartily. It would be wonderful if smart people were also interesting. The matter of fate in the Dao is really wonderful.

Their conversation was very casual, and they didn't use their heart and soul. Li Huai listened to it a few times along the way, and just thought he heard some fairy talk.

Lu Tai said stealthily: "The sect master has more smiles today than usual in a year. What's the matter? The matchmaker is pulling the string, and the red star is moving?"

Shi Xingyuan glanced at the nameless person. She couldn't help but spit, and felt that Lu Tai's statement was disgusting, "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"

Lu Bixia was surprised and said: "I didn't expect that the sect master could meet a fellow Taoist who talked and speculated in this uncivilized barbarian land."

If Zhang Fenghai can really kidnap this big monster from the wilderness to Runyue Peak, it will be a great help. Can he serve as the... mountain protector?

Wuming suddenly asked in his heart: "Lin Jiangxian went to your Qingming Tianxia to establish a foothold. There must be a reason that can withstand scrutiny, right?"

Zhang Fenghai remained silent. He just had a guess in his heart, which was clearer than before in Yanxia Cave, but it was not easy to tell Wuming, who was not yet a pedigree monk of his own family.

Bai Yujing and Lin Jiangxian, each waiting for a "Chen"?

Bai Yujing waited for the success of the great master Kou Ming's integration.

The last priest of Jianqi Great Wall, Yan Guo, waited for the hidden official?

The problem is, what should the latter do if he waited?

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The unspeakable taboo place, met Zheng Juzhong, and the trip was worthwhile. It was confirmed that he would not attack Bai Yujing for the time being, and Master Lu could go home with peace of mind. It was a great achievement!

People are refreshed when they are happy. They hummed a tuneless folk song, and the sleeves of their Taoist robes fell higher than the Taoist crown on their heads.

Lu Chen uttered a cry, stopped, spread his palms to cover his eyebrows, looked up, and actually saw a figure in the distance. Lu Chen stood on tiptoe and looked carefully. He was overjoyed to find a living person. In this place, everyone is a stranger with the same fate. When fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears. Lu Chen pointed his toes and performed the escape technique, rushing towards the Taoist friend. He did not forget to speak out to remind the other party of his existence, so as not to be mistaken for someone with bad intentions and hurt the harmony in vain.

I saw a young monk, who was obviously a Taoist who was almost perfect in merit, but he was like a dead old tree without vitality, slowly decaying here.

The monk sat cross-legged in the void, holding a whisk, and was doing the breathing lesson.

Every time he breathed, two strands of five-colored qi would spray out from his nostrils, like a mighty river, flowing endlessly.

With just this one move, if anyone saw it in any world, they would exclaim, "Old Immortal, Immortal Style and Spirit."

But around the cushion, the ashes on the ground condensed and did not disperse, day after day, over the years, a thick layer was laid.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the cushion was made of such ashes, like the annual rings of an ancient tree, one circle after another.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Lu Chen had to put his hand to his mouth, "Daoyou, Daoyou, can you talk?"

The monk slowly opened his eyelids, and another piece of ash fell from the back of his hand. The monk sighed softly and exhaled gently, and the ashes fell somewhere on the annual rings of a cushion.

"Daoyou, what are you doing here?" The monk spoke hoarsely, and the words he said were just familiar to Lu Chen, and they were ancient elegant words from a certain place. I remember, is it the Caizhou Taoist temple of Uncle Bixiao?

Lu Chen felt sympathetic, most likely because it was the Taoist friend who had angered his uncle, and he seemed to be worried about hiding anywhere, so he had to come here to seek refuge.

Those who dared to provoke Uncle Bixiao must be of good Taoism.

Lu Chen bowed his head in a proper manner, "Little Taoist Lu Chen, I have come here to pay my respects to the senior."

The monk looked deep in his eyes, glanced at the young Taoist's clothes, was silent for a moment, and asked: "How is the Bixiao Cave Master, also known as the Caizhou Taoist? Is he fifteen?"

Seeing the other party's tone of voice, he was full of energy, and looking at his face, he was full of spirit. It was estimated that he was a newcomer who had just come here not long ago.

Those who stayed here, no matter what their roots and Taoism were, mostly came here to avoid disasters, but they had to suffer the test of heaven.

Lu Chen nodded and said, "Fifteen, just returned to Qingming Tianxia for a few years, and it's fifteen. It's a great thing for the whole world to celebrate. Baiyujing will take the initiative to go to congratulate."

The monk's heart was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't help but show fear on his face.

Without caring about anything else, the monk shook his sleeves and quickly raised his hands to make hand gestures.

As the old monk calculated and deduced, the light between his fingers was overflowing, and the halo spread out layer by layer, showing many wonderful visions. The monk's face gradually became gloomy, staring at the young Taoist priest who was full of rumors, "You deliberately deceived me and wasted my mind. Is this fun?"

Lu Chen sat cross-legged not far away and asked with a smile, "Senior, why don't you just calculate 'Lu Chen's' fortune?"

The monk's face was uncertain, and he finally felt helpless. His face was full of exhaustion, and he was getting more and more depressed. "Who are you, what is your realm, what is your identity, and what do you have to do with me."

Lu Chen nodded and said, "That makes sense."

The monk was quite surprised and said: "Didn't you think that Taoist Master is also proficient in martial arts?"

Lu Chen was also surprised and said with a shy face: "Proficient is definitely not considered proficient, just a little bit of knowledge. There is nothing I can do about it. I travel all over the country all year round and earn money from selling my strength. I live in the open and live in the open. I don't know any boxing and kicking skills. What should I do if I don’t have any martial arts skills and encounter bad guys and thieves on the road? Brother, do you think this is true?”

The monk nodded and said: "What the Taoist said makes sense. When you are away from home, you can only speak to reasonable people, but fists and kicks are solid principles that everyone can listen to."

As for making money with your feet, just listen. Not counting the increase in Taoist age here, during the three thousand years of Taoism, I have seen all kinds of people with all kinds of temperaments. It is indeed rare to be like this "young" Taoist priest in front of me.

After all, the monk liked peace and quiet, so he issued a euphemistic eviction order and asked tentatively: "Since we only met by chance, where will the Taoist priest go after a short rest?"

Lu Chen said categorically: "If you feel hungry, go home and eat."

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In the desolate mountain, I first accompanied Lord Right Protector on a mountain patrol. The white-haired boy held a booklet under his arm and raised his arm with one hand, shouting, "Follow the Yinguan Ancestor, eat nine meals a day, get promoted and get rich!"

After inspecting the back mountain of Jiling Peak, they parted ways. The white-haired boy said he was going to the sword worship platform to urge his disciple to practice swordsmanship. He and Xiao Mili clasped their fists and said goodbye, saying "see you again".

"High disciple" Yao Xiaoyan, haha, is as tall as her master.

The white-haired boy who was secretly praised by Lord Yin Guan as "walking in the arsenal" has taught Yao Xiaoyan three swordsmanships, corresponding to three natal flying swords.

The white-haired boy was not in a hurry to go to the sword worship platform. He walked alone on the mountain road, dipped in saliva and looked through the book. It was a supplementary booklet, recording in detail the trivial matters and grudges in the mountains.

For example, Wen Chengsheng was so bold that he dared to give Yin Guan ancestors eye drops at Zheng Dafeng's side, saying that there were some complaints from some Shanshui Residence Newspapers, and questioning why Yin Guan didn't go to the wilderness.

Thinking of this, the white-haired boy closed the book and muttered, "I'm angry, I'm angry."

At this moment, a voice sounded in my heart, "If you don't go, there will be a reason not to go."

The white-haired boy felt as if he had been hit by a sap, his heart strings tightened, and he stood there without moving, as if he had been cast on a body-holding spell.

A golden light shot out from between its brows, Wu Shuangjiang appeared, and walked straight forward, "Follow me."

The white-haired boy drooped his head, looking sick and scared.

With Chen Ping'an's character, since he promised Wu Shuangjiang to take good care of the white-haired boy, he would do his best without any ambiguity.

In fact, when Wu Shuangjiang and his party asked about the general result of Bai Yujing, Chen Ping'an might know earlier than the monks at the top of the mountain in Qing Mingtianxia. For example, when the Luolu Mountain genealogist fell to the point of almost "no state" , is when this Taoist friend Honghou is at his weakest physically and spiritually. Chen Ping'an knew well at that time that Wu Shuang must have "died" when he landed on the boundary of Baiyu Jing.

In terms of emotion and reason, in public and private matters, Luo Luoshan should immediately arrange a guardian for the white-haired boy. For example, Xie Gou, or an old deaf child. Anyway, you have to be at least an Ascension Realm person.

But since Chen Pingan didn't do this, that is an answer in itself. This answer does not need to be told to Chen Ping'an by Wu Shuangjiang who went to Night Ship, Savage World and Colorful World.

With Wu Shuangjiang's talent and his own secret skills, he opened up a path to the sky that was invisible to ghosts and ghosts, so that neither Bai Yujing nor the Confucian Temple could immediately detect his whereabouts.

Change of environment.

Of course, if Confucian Temple and Bai Yujing are intentional, it is assumed that there is a possibility that Wu Shuangjiang can "resurrect the soul through the corpse", and then use this to deduce the truth and process. Staring at Luolu Mountain, there must be clues. But the problem is that Li Sheng has been to the Great Li Capital City, and several of the most popular students of the Most Holy Master have even been to Luopo Mountain because of the canonization issue... Since they didn't say anything. So the Confucian Temple's attitude towards this matter is worth pondering.

The previous appearance of the sword holder in Qing Ming Tianxia was not some kind of demonstration by Chen Pingan to Bai Yujing, but a reminder to Wu Shuangjiang.

As agreed, we can take action.

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Liu Qi fell to the ground and knelt down. After getting up, he thought for a moment and crossed the continent in one step to Tongye Island.

Soon, a fellow Taoist friend "Tong Ye" with a dull expression appeared next to Liu Xi.

He is seen wearing a jasper crown on his head, a pair of golden eyes, and a jade pendant hanging from his waist, which describes his ancient appearance and the air of a prince.

But his face is covered with scabies, and his attire changes constantly. He may be wearing a green robe and a jade belt, or he may be wearing plain linen, or he may be wearing armor.

This is the combination of Tongye Yizhou's luck, or the manifestation of the sage.

Liu Fang said: "The sages of the Confucian Temple are full of worries about Aai Aizhou, so I prefer it. Beiju Luzhou is the most unruly, so I favor it. You, Tongyezhou, have always been the most closed-minded, so I am willing to let you manifest." In the future, when he goes to the Wilderness battlefield, no matter what his identity is, you will follow him as a way of returning the favor to the Wilderness."

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For some reason, Jiang She felt that Chen Pingan had become a stranger in his eyes, which made the first ancestor of the military strategist feel a murderous intention and pressure in his heart.

Chen Pingan said to himself: "I finally remembered. The founders of the three religions have dispersed, and the situation has not happened in ten thousand years. Everyone is vying for the way, and only one can get the way. It turns out that Senior Brother Cui had already calculated it."

"Let Junior Brother lead the military strategist."

"Let Chen Pingan establish the religion and be called the ancestor."